Yes Yes Yes

A yellow flower has a dream, resting in a corner, a life in the night, and a lifetime of pride. There is a sea of ​​yellow flowers, half a day of red clouds, and a gentle breeze. There is some flickering on the back, it should be a white dress, jumping towards the red sun, surrounded by a halo. That figure is beautiful, desirable, and full of love from the bottom of my heart. The rays of light are like water, rippling in front of my eyes. She ran happily, but the sunflowers grew taller and taller, almost drowning her. I can hardly see her. I reached out to grab it, I wanted to chase it, but I couldn't move. I called out a name. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.